David didn’t die. It’s possible he made a few enemies in the place just by being himself, but he didn’t die.
The procedure he went through was to zap kidney stones.
For you ladies and men with perfect kidneys out there, you may be as surprised as I was to hear that the doctor told him that he has to filter his sissy for the next week or two.
Since I try to expand my knowledge in every field I innocently asked him if I could see one of his kidney stones if and when he pees one out.
He went nuts.
Rather than look at this simple request as evidence of my ongoing thirst for knowledge he treated me like some kind of pervert.
He just went on an on about it. He just wouldn’t stop. I didn’t want to watch him pee. Jeeeez, what a hot head.
The rest of my day didn’t go so well either.
Divorce after a long marriage isn’t a one time blow. Every new thing that happens stings a bit until it doesn’t and then the next new thing comes along.
Yesterday dave wrote an email where he referred to me as his ex-wife.
It wasn’t a huge deal. Just another little bite.
But then I watched a video of a baby elephant going into the ocean for the first time and I was all happy again.